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[quote name="Backup whore poster"]So my gf has been enamored lately of this massage place near our house. She loves it because it's cheap! She gets the "special," which is 20 minutes foot massage then 30 minutes body, for $39. That is cheap. And she says it's good, too. So good, in fact, that she insisted I try it when I complained once too often about my aching back and aching legs (and aching arms). A few years ago I was really into the "escort" scene. I frequented this site called The Erotic Review (yeah, it's still there and thriving), where everyone writes up reviews of their most recent escort (also called "provider") experience. Admission was two reviews a month or some monthly fee if you couldn't get it together to fuck two whores in one month and then write about it. Everything on the site is codified and the relationship between providers and "hobbyists" is established and inviolate: if you have a problem with any aspect of paying for or being paid for sex, take it elsewhere. If you doubt that providers have a real and emotional connection with their hobbyist clients (especially when the hobbyist visits their "ATF" (all time favorite)), go tell it on the mountain. If you think the steady influx of fresh Chinese providers is due to any other factor than the fact that young Chinese girls can't wait to get to America and fuck random strangers every day between 10am and midnight, you clearly don't understand how the global economy works. You get the picture. As with all closed communities, the in-jokes and especially nomenclature has been taking to baffling heights. You might be able to divine that DATY is an acronym for cunnilingus from its context in the review, but what would you do with BBBJTCIM? Not to mention CG, RCG, CBJ? At first I thought these were a pathetic attempt to evade prosecution by any law enforcement (LE) officials perusing the board, much along the lines of calling marijuana any number of hip names. I'm probably wrong on both counts, but in hobby reviewing it's clearly meant to let the writer off the hook describing an act he'd just as soon not. Some of the guys seem absolutely stunned by their experiences, others choose to report each as if they were on a porn set ("so I was pumping her doggy style for about three hours..."). At first I was simply a lurker, but I was single and horny and tired of not having sex and the normative effects of reading endless stories about how great it was having sex with (somewhat) hot chicks without effort eventually caused me to put down the mouse and pick up the phone (then put down the phone and pick up the mouse again, repeat, etc.). I won't go into all the details now in case the QB drought forces my hand LATER ON, but suffice to say I was heavily into the scene for a couple years, and got to know the routine pretty well. Like QB I favored Asian escorts because they looked younger longer and they were a bargain. This is why QB likes them, make no mistake. As mentioned, there is a steady influx of them, so much so the LE in the cities with the densest populations of Asians have stopped trying to shut down the import trade and instead leave it to the feds to investigate human trafficking. But there is no time to contemplate that stuff when you are arguing with a madam about what exactly you meant when you said "big tits," or when you realize you have about five minutes to shower with the girl before the next one leads her hobbyist in there. These are not times to debate the morality of fucking a girl who is here MAYBE against her complete will or at least without her full enthusiasm versus fucking a white girl who is clearly strung out on something horrible and will definitely infect you with something worse. These are not times for contemplation, people. These are times for fumbling action. A lot of the guys on TER like to go to strip clubs and try their best to get HJs or BBBJs in the back rooms. It's not because the girls are better looking or they like the idea of (almost) public sex, but it's the removal of the "sure thing," element that excites them. And they don't have to go back to the relatively low percentage batting average of normal dating, where a blowjob ten minutes after meeting someone is UNLIKELY at best. Similarly, others go to massage parlors where the chances are higher than strip clubs, yet still not 100% guaranteed. This also adds the threat of LE choosing to bust the place while you're there, which can lead to all sorts of horrible consequences, not the least of which is you probably won't even finish. The massage parlor my gf sent me to is absolutely legit, despite being staffed entirely by Thais. They rope you in by having a cute girl behind the counter (so tall and statuesque in her high heel boots you might mistake her for Korean if you weren't paying attention). I spent the time while she processed my credit card staring at how incredibly tight her jeans were across her crotch and wondering if I offered her $100 to do the massage herself whether she would take it (she wouldn't, of course). The actual woman doing my massage would be described as "plump," though far from obese and maybe not even fat. She did the foot massage out in the waiting area/foot massage lobby, where the only other person was a guy who walked in straight from the gym (apparently), and spend the next ten minutes waiting for his masseuse while repeating "okay, okay," to himself, as if psyching himself up for some spectacular session. Clearly he had the wrong idea UNLIKE MYSELF. Nothing can put doubt in your mind faster than a woman's hands on your ass, and then between your legs, even ALMOST up to areas that they should touch unless they mean to finish the job. And where was that sheet? I couldn't tell anymore if it was covering everything or if the whole charade of modesty had been rendered absurd. I also didn't know whether to allow myself to become excited, and already muscle memory was causing me to shift EVER SO SLIGHTLY as I would when getting the pre-sex massage from the Chinese girls back in the day. The idea was I would pretend I was just getting a massage and then somehow try to be surprised when my dick ended up in her mouth. This was as far as I'd go with it, I would not go to a massage parlor and try this shit, or so I thought. Already I didn't even mind if this girl was plump, she knew what she was doing and could have had me off in about three seconds if she wanted. However, that cuts both ways and she put an end to my shifting stunts with some firm but not obvious pressure to my hip from her left hand, immobilizing me, and finished the massage in style, if not happy style. [/quote]